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A little poem inspired by a piece of art, and a strange imagination |
| Melting Clocks Ticking the tock Blending time with heart stop Tick tock Tick tock Melting time in the heart of the clock Memories linger twinkle to fade Promises broken seam lines frayed Cut and worn Tatty and torn Ashes fall to be reborn Twilight Turmoil memories lost Ticking the tock at what cost? |